The song “Spooky,” that catchy little anthem about being befuddled by love, plays twice in Jim Jarmusch‘s lovely triptych melancomedy “Father Mother Sister Brother.” Its laid-back, liquid rhythms are a perfect mood-setter for a film that also understands that loving someone doesn’t mean you know them all that well. Here, the affection is not romantic but familial, flowing in soft, subliminal waves between parents and their adult children. But that our encounters with our moms and dads as grown-ups may have a lot in common — in their white lies, face-saving tactics and loaded silences — with the early stages of a love affair is one of the peculiar
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